⊱ Poppy ⊰ > Books: second-chances‎ (22)

“Tell me that you don’t want to fuck me,” he said. “That you don’t want me to bury my cock deep inside of you right now.”

“And the Latin quote across your heart? What does it mean?” “Lie about one thing, lie about it all...”

“So, you don’t love me anymore?”

“I don’t answer rhetorical questions,” I said. “And I’m not a geography expert, but I know damn well that North Carolina is outside of New York and a direct violation of your parole. What do you think will happen when they find out you’re here? Do you think they’ll make you serve out the sentence that you more than f**king deserve?”

She gasped. “You would snitch on me?”

“I would run my car over you.”

“You know why it didn’t work out with him?”
“Why?”
“Because God made you for me.”

“You know why it didn’t work out with him?”
“Why?”
“Because God made you for me.”

“You feel that?”
“Yes.”
He began to fuck me harder. “You feel me now?”
“Fuck. Yes.” I bucked my hips. “I feel you. I feel you.”

”It’s you.”
“What?”
His mouth curved into a smile. “You’re my unicorn…”

“Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional.”

“Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional.”

"I'm too much.Too broken.Life is better alone.I like it that way".

"The pain is there. It never leaves. Sometimes it's bearable, but it's always there. It's pecked away at my soul all my life and, finally, it's won.
I surrender."

"I'm not normal.
I'm fucked up.
Broken.
Irreparable."

“I fell in love with you at your worst. I’ve had some of the best times of my life with you at, as you say, your worst. So I can’t even imagine how special life will be when I get to experience your best.”

“You didn’t have to make me fall in love with you. I’ve been in love with you from that first kiss. I love you.”

“You didn’t have to make me fall in love with you. I’ve been in love with you from that first kiss. I love you.”

"I want a thousand nights like this and then a thousand more"

"Being able to give her this kind of pleasure makes me feel like a God, even though I'm the one kneeling."

“What are you doing here?” she gasps, but her legs spread under me, allowing my steel-hard cock to press against her hot, panty-covered pussy.
“I’m giving us both what we need, sweetheart. I can’t stay away from you any longer. I’ve tried, but seeing you tonight was my undoing. Please, Felicity. Please don’t turn me away.”
...
“Let me have you, Felicity.”

“My idea of romance is a guy who will take me to see an Avengers film and doesn’t mind dressing up like Loki afterwards.”

“My idea of romance is a guy who will take me to see an Avengers film and doesn’t mind dressing up like Loki afterwards.”

"Heroine is gorgeous but she doesn't know it... Must be a doormat and void of personality or any interesting characteristics so that the reader can interject their own selves. A virgin is preferred but she must be able to get off on command."

"Dirty talking alpha male. Extremely large penis. Built like The Rock. A millionaire is good, but a billionaire is better. Make sure he donates to Africa or does some charity work even though he's an asshole with a damaged past."

“Keep it in your pants.” I pause, trying to keep my eyes from staying on his crotch. “Wait, are you saying you’re hard right now?”
He scratches at the scruff of his chin, eyes dancing. “Pretty much, considering what I’m writing. Just say the word cock again.”
“Fuck you.”
“Well what do you know,” he says lazily. “The word fuck works too.”

"He's got that look I love in his eyes, the one only I bring to him.
Sleepy, relaxed, happy. Absolutely satisfied.
But there's tenderness brimming underneath, something rare and beautiful, like a key that makes my heart want to burst free, like a bird from a cage."

Whether you’re reading to be changed and challenged or reading to escape for a few hours, get off and maybe make good with your husband, who cares? No one should be judged by what they read, nor should authors by what they write

“Sex makes things messy.”
“Messy is good.”
“And according to you, so is greed and we won’t even get a chance to be greedy if we’re too preoccupied with sex.”
“Believe me, you’ll be greedy,” he says lazily. “You’ll have the greediest cunt around once I’ve gotten through to you.”
My cheeks flame. Damn.
“You’re speechless,” he says after a beat.
I clear my throat a few times. “I’m trying to think of a witty comeback.”
“Don’t think so much then.”

“Where’d you find this ray of sunshine, a morgue? Doesn’t have the doughy hands of an idle lord, he works for his fine suits. What do you do, Mr. Arg

“Where’d you find this ray of sunshine, a morgue? Doesn’t have the doughy hands of an idle lord, he works for his fine suits. What do you do, Mr. Argent, are you an undertaker perhaps?” Christopher’s shoulder lifted, though he remained unperturbed. “Close enough."

“I have killed so many,” he murmured. “Don’t you know that it’s too late for me? Don’t you realize that if there is anything but oblivion after this life, I am well and truly damned?”

He tensed and made a sound she couldn’t identify. Encouragement or censure, she couldn’t tell until he spoke. “Don’t be kind to me,” he ordered roughly, and tore her nightgown down the front. “I don’t know what to do when you’re kind.”

He tensed and made a sound she couldn’t identify. Encouragement or censure, she couldn’t tell until he spoke. “Don’t be kind to me,” he ordered roughly, and tore her nightgown down the front. “I don’t know what to do when you’re kind.”

“It is an easy thing to commit a sin and say that ‘the devil made me do it,’ and then cast that sin on him. But this life has taught me that we make ourselves into the monsters that we are. That the blood we spill is on our own hands.”

“If you’re not on this forsaken planet, it might as well stop spinning until we all fly off into the void. Because that’s all there is without you. Emptiness.”

What are going here, Chase?
"Making your dreams come true, apparently."

”Reese. Is that you?”

What the hell? “Umm…yes.”

“Wow. It’s been a long time.” He patted his chest. “It’s me, Chase.”

“I launched myself at him, throwing my arms around his neck. “I quit.”
He wrapped his arm around my waist, and with one quick hitch, he lifted me up. “It’s about damn time.”

“You want the truth? … I’m attracted to you. Really attracted to you. Have been since the first time I saw you. Tried to be respectful, considering you were seeing someone. Done doing that. If you work here, I’m going to try to get you into my bed.”

"Chase, tell me why you are not the man for me?
"Goodnight, Buttercup."

“I want more with you. I can’t promise you what that is or where it will go, but it’s more than just physical. I’m attracted to everything about you – you’re smart, honest, funny, brave, a little nutty – and you make me smile for no reason. There’s no denying I want you in my bed. I think you’ve caught on to that part by now. But I want this, too. I’m tired of looking back. It’s been a long time since I’ve wanted to live in the moment.”

“But you think you’re ready to move on now?”
“I think it took me this long to realize what moving on meant. It doesn’t mean forgetting what you’ve left behind. It means making her a memory and deciding to have a future without her in it.”
“Wow.”

“And, by the way, I adore you.... in frightening, dangerous ways.”

“And, by the way, I adore you.... in frightening, dangerous ways.”

“So, Bella, I was following your scent through the woods after I'd left your room where I was watching you sleep...Yes that would be quite the ice breaker.”

“Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? It felt like mine was about to.”

“Believe me, I wanted to say. I've tried.
Oh, and also, I'm wretchedly in love with you.
Keep it light.”

“I didn't want the life that made sense. Not if the chaos meant i could have Bella.”

"I tried, i really really tried"

"I tried, i really really tried"

Did I have to point it out? Of course, he knows this. People don’t accidentally forget half their clothes. Do they?" I liked Gunner's man logic:
“I was in your face, I understand. But honestly, there’s not much choice in this sleeping bag. You’re very close.” I lick my bottom lip. “And…um… your hand is on my ass, Gunner.”
He keeps a straight face. “Yeah. I know.”
“Is there a reason why you’re not moving it?”
“Yep.”
I wiggle away , which is only a couple of inches. He sighs.
“I needed comfort and your ass was providing it.”

“I love you,” he declared. “Loved you then. Love you now. Never quit lovin’ you in a way I know I never will. You were it for me, the only one

“I love you,” he declared. “Loved you then. Love you now. Never quit lovin’ you in a way I know I never will. You were it for me, the only one, the only woman I ever loved, and you never quit bein’ it.”

“You’re always here, Logan. Even when you were gone.”

“You love a man, Millie, you believe in him, you take him as he is. You go on his journey with him no matter what happens, even if that means you have to walk through fire.”

“We lost each other. Now we’re found. And nothin’ else matters.”

“If pain must come, may it come quickly. Because I have a life to live, and I need to live it in the best way possible. If he has to make a choice, may he make it now. Then I will either wait for him or forget him.”

“By the River Piedra I sat down and wept. There is a legend that everything falls into the waters of this river – leaves, insects, the feathers of bird – is transformed into the rocks that make the riverbed. If only I could tear out my heart and hurl it into the current, then my pain and longing would be over, and I could finally forget.”

“In real life, love has to be possible. Even if it is not returned right away, love can only survive when the hope exists that you will be able to win over the person you desire.”

“But love is much like a dam; if you allow a tiny crack to form through which only a trickle of water can pass, that trickle will quickly bring down the whole structure and soon no one will be able to control the force of the current.”

“That is why I write - to try to turn sadness into longing, solitude into remembrance.”

"SOME BOOKS ARE WRITTEN JUST TO READ AND FORGET AND SOME BOOKS ARE WRITTEN TO TEACH US SOMETHING AND BE WITH US LIKE A LESSON, FOR OUR WHOLE L

"SOME BOOKS ARE WRITTEN JUST TO READ AND FORGET AND SOME BOOKS ARE WRITTEN TO TEACH US SOMETHING AND BE WITH US LIKE A LESSON, FOR OUR WHOLE LIFE. LIKE WE'VE LEARNED IT FROM OUR OWN PERSONAL EXPERIENCE"

This Book Is Mine.

"You claim to know everything about women," she began. "But tell me, Captain al-Khoury, do you know my name?"
Jalal was at a loss. Her perfume

"You claim to know everything about women," she began. "But tell me, Captain al-Khoury, do you know my name?"
Jalal was at a loss. Her perfume had cloaked his senses. Clouded his judgment.
He hadn't been expecting such a question.
An easy one. A silly one.
One Jalal could not romance his way through."

“Captain al-Khoury! Are you—”
“Softly,” he whispered.
Exasperation flared through her, bringing a flush to her cheeks. “What?”
“You’re shouting in my ears.” He held back a grin. “Softly, my sweet.”

‘‘Despina,’’ she whispered. ‘‘My name is Despina.’’